Beauty's Personal Physician

Their team on this trip, like Song Yi and those guys, are all young people who have come out to practice on their own, and have never walked with the elders. If they encounter a strong Xi tribe, they may be difficult to resist, not to mention killing Xie Ning and others before. Their actions, just the grievances and grievances between the two clans in the past, the strong Xi clan will not let them go when they come.

"Don't worry, since Song Yi is looking for help, we can also ask for help. The Eighth Elder and the others are also in the White Light Forest. As long as we move fast enough, we may not suffer!" Tang Mo said coldly: "Also, The appearance of this person here means that the leaders from the outside world have come in. This matter also needs to be informed to the elders in the clan. For us, each of these leaders who come in from outside is a golden egg Chicken, don't miss it!"

They should have thought of this a long time ago, and it is not too late to wake up now.

"Well, then it's better to have Lao Tang Mo, you go there yourself, Tang Mo, you have a nimble and elegant snake-swimming gait, and your speed is faster than all of us." Tang Lei smiled flatteringly, but his Those words are also true.

"I've been away for the past two days, you guys have to keep your spirits up. Since that kid has the ability to win the leader in the outside world, he is not a simple role. Don't capsize in the gutter!" Tang Mo naturally had the same thought, and solemnly warned the group people.

After that, he didn't sloppy, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

But for that warning, except for Tang En, the others present obviously didn't pay much attention to it. Two of them even had cold eyes, and only begged that kid to come out quickly and give up paying the price.

In the previous assassination of Yang Di, their brothers were unfortunately recruited, and now they are full of anger.

Tang Lei snorted and said with a smile: "The leader? For those of us in the secret realm, it's just a joke. The outside world lacks aura, and they are all a group of mediocre people. Even if they are chicken heads, they are not very powerful."

"It's a pity that such an honor has been occupied by those outsiders for a long time, and our orthodox monks can only enter these mysterious areas through those extremely rare things." Tang En also smiled coldly, obviously This is quite annoying.

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In the natural stone room, after three days and three nights, Yang Di finally fought to No.11 golden arena.

During this process, the difficulty of the test continued to multiply, and Yang Di even suffered several injuries. After stepping down, he had to refine Baodan and Xuanling stalactites, and soak in Lingquan to heal his injuries.

Several times, he was even beaten to pieces. The intensity of the battle surpassed that of the fight for the leader on the Nine Immortals Terrace, and he was completely free between life and death.

On every golden arena, there will be different beasts, and even powerful figures whose faces cannot be seen clearly will emerge, launching a lore to Yang Di, without the slightest mercy.

With Yang Di's strong physique, he has suffered heavy injuries repeatedly, so the threat can be imagined.

After propping himself up from the No. 11 golden arena, Yang Di was bleeding all over his body, and there were many hideous wounds on his body.

He walked forward step by step, with bloody footprints all over his body behind him. In this battle, he was required to persist in the golden ring for about 15 minutes, and the whole process was extremely tragic.

After walking a few steps, Yang Di turned his head and saw the huge mighty bodies of Pixiu, Wuwu, and Qiongqi on the ring turn into light rain and disperse.

Just now, Yang Di was besieged by those dozens of terrifying ancient rare and exotic beasts on the stage. Although the cultivation base of each of those monsters was similar to his, their combat power was much stronger than that of a monk at the peak of the cultivation state. There are too many, and the terrifying tricks emerge in endlessly, which makes Yang Di suffer a lot.

In the last half minute, Yang Di was almost unable to hold on anymore. He smelled the breath of death. As a last resort, he had no choice but to avoid the edge and fight and flee. Zhu Yan knocked down the stage.

That's right, on the No. 11 golden ring, Yang Di didn't kill a single monster, but almost died himself.

In fact, starting from the fifth and sixth golden arenas, it was difficult for Yang Di to kill the things that attacked him. Later, he could only do his best to protect himself and insist on staying on the stage.

thump!

Yang Di jumped down from the spiritual spring, soaked in the water of the spiritual liquid, and began to heal seriously. This time the injury was more serious, but the result made Yang Di quite satisfied.

This kind of high-intensity fighting opportunity is very rare, and this spiritual spring has a terrible mysterious power for the repair of injuries. No matter how many injuries, it can recover quickly after falling.

The terrible wounds on Yang Di's body are slowly healing. It turns out that this is the meaning of the existence of this spiritual spring.

Although the abuse was miserable, such trauma, repairs, and continuous circulation will have unimaginable benefits for Yang Di's physique.

The old man Liu Yifan once said that Xeon's physical body is all tempered. That kind of tempering not only includes the baptism of artificial means, but also includes various impacts and tribulations from external forces during the growth process. metamorphosis.

This time, Yang Di has experienced it personally. Every time he recovers from a serious injury, his physique will be obviously strengthened by a few points.

That kind of improvement cannot be replaced by the baptism of geniuses and earth treasures. It can be said that a bit of suffering and a gain are all the accumulation of blood and sweat...

Half an hour later, Yang Di recovered from his injury again, got up hurriedly, took out a jade bottle and approached the stalactite.

Tick ​​tock!tick...

A series of white liquid droplets fell into the jade bottle like lines, which made Yang Di overjoyed. He felt that it was worth the misery he suffered just now.

A total of 210 drops of Xuanling stalactite, passed the test of No.11 golden arena, Yang Di's harvest is indeed quite terrifying.

From the beginning to the present, Yang Di has harvested thousands of drops of this mysterious stalactite, and the rewards for passing each arena have a large gradient.

This fortune made Yang Di feel like a dream.

Of course, all of this is fought with one's life. It is the same as a death boxing match without a referee.

From the beginning to now, Yang Di has refined a total of hundreds of drops of Xuanling stalactite, combined with that kind of life-and-death tempering, the harvest is incalculable.

And his current body's absorption of this treasure seems to have come to an end, the fairy energy has been fully adapted, and it will not be easily revived.

Yang Di never wasted this thing again, and kept it carefully so that it could be used for alchemy in the future, and left to Su Yu and the others.

This is the fortune of the leader, but Yang Di is happy to share this fortune with those around him.

While thinking about it, Yang Di left Lingquan after soaking comfortably, and strode towards the last golden arena. Although he had narrowly escaped death just now, since he had reached this point, he had to go up to the last arena to try anything.

If it really doesn't work, it's a big deal to give up halfway.